Courtney's New Nanny - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

She might as well have done that, for all the good it had done Courtney. The picture of her sitting on Santa's lap, looking very sulky and unhappy - after a long wait in line that had given her more than enough time to get her diaper quite soggy, too, just like the trainers she lost in the family restroom beforehand - was hanging on the fridge, haunting her every time she went into the kitchen for any reason.

The plan was to have 'Christmas' after Courtney's parents got home, so the actual day was fairly quiet, other than opening up a stocking 'from Santa', filled with stuff for toddlers, like Play Doh and mini coloring books and finger puppets. Sitting there on the floor of the living room, opening it up in her pajamas, her soaked night-time diaper underneath, it was hard not to feel like all those things were perfectly appropriate for her, however. And when she barely lasted a full hour in trainers that day before going back into diapers, that only seemed to confirm it.

"Don't you want to go celebrate Christmas with your family?" she whined as she was taped right back into a diaper. "You know I'll be fine here by myself for a bit."

"No, no," Danica shook her head. "They know how seriously I take my work... We'll have our Christmas when this assignment is over, just like you. Unless you want to come with me..."

Courtney shook her head, imagining facing Danica's parents, who had hired her to look after their daughter when she was younger, seeing her as she was now, positive Danica wouldn't bother hiding her diapers from them. "Can't I at least get a break from these?" she asked. "It's Christmas!"

"Potty training doesn't take a Christmas break," Danica smiled.

Courtney didn't expect much on New Year's Eve, either. She was surprised that Danica even offered, that morning, "If you can keep out of diapers all day, then I'll let you stay up until midnight with me and my boyfriend," but it was no doubt because she knew there was no way it would happen... This whole time, there had been only a handful of days where Courtney stayed in her training panties until 'bedtime', and the last one had been weeks ago by now.

"Do my mom and dad know you're bringing your boyfriend over?" she asked snottily as Danica changed her. Would she have ruined Danica's night by tattling on her? At this point, she wasn't sure why she wouldn't... It was childish, but if she wasn't going to be allowed to enjoy New Year's, why should her babysitter?

"Of course," Danica replied. "They told me I could have him over whenever I liked... I just wanted to focus on caring for you. Tonight's a special occasion, though. Don't worry, he won't see you..."

Courtney took that for granted, assuming he'd be in after she went to bed and gone before Danica got her up, so she didn't worry about it at all as the day wore on into the early evening. Her tummy was starting to feel full in a way she was very familiar with, her body, by now, having gotten used to Danica's routine, readying itself to empty its bowels right before bed so she wouldn't have to deal with the suppositories. In fact, in something that felt like the exact opposite of what they were supposed to be doing, a couple times Courtney had felt herself start to push before she realized what was happening, leading to her first messy accidents since childhood.

So she was certainly not in the mood to see anyone then... Unfortunately, she heard the doorbell ring, and, despite a little muffled arguing, Danica came back to the living room, where Courtney was waiting in her pajamas and diaper, with someone else in tow. "Sorry, Court, someone apparently can't tell time... But it's so close to your bedtime, it seemed silly to make him wait. Jordy, this is..."

"Yeah," his eyebrows raised. "Courtney."

"Oh, do you know each other?" Danica asked, as her charge squirmed on the floor, horrified. They definitely did... They had dated, at once time... And now, seemingly, he was dating Danica, and seeing Courtney at her most vulnerable.

"You could say that," Jordy replied.

"Good," Danica said. "I can go finish getting things ready for bedtime, then."

She bustled off, leaving them all alone, Courtney terrified to even move, not wanting him to hear her diaper crinkling, if he didn't notice it under her PJ pants already. "What are you doing here?" Jordy smiled down at her. "Danica told me she was working on potty training some little girl... Is she your daughter?"

Courtney was tempted to say yes, to pretend that was all this was, but she knew that would be silly, and short-sighted, that there was no way she was going to get out of this without him discovering the truth. "Jordy, you have to help me," she hissed. "Danica is crazy! You wouldn't believe the things she's been making me do! I need you to get me out of here!"

"What are you talking about?" he chuckled. "And why are you sitting on the floor? I can barely hear you down there!"

Courtney groaned, but, seeing this as her best chance of escaping, pushed herself to her feet so she could toddle over to him... Except, she didn't get that far. Her bottom had barely left the floor when she heard a loud fart, making her face turn bright red, and then, to her horror, she felt her body start to push involuntarily. "N-No," she grunted, trying to make herself stop, or sit back down, yet she was stuck, her muscles freezing her in a squatting position as her diaper swelled beneath her, Jordy's expression slowly turning from confusion, to recognition, to horror, to amusement as his ex-girlfriend helplessly filled her pants in front of him.

"I see," he said at last, brushing a strand of sweaty hair from in front of Courtney's quivering face. "I guess she has a lot of work left to do on you, huh?"

"I should say so." Courtney flinched, hearing Danica's voice behind her, realizing she'd seen her shameful display, too. "Come on, Courtney... Are you finished? Let's get you cleaned up and into bed, stinky girl."

"Th-This isn't fair," Courtney pouted as she was being led up to her room. "Y-You keep me in diapers all the time, and don't let me use the toilet... You're supposed to be potty training me, but if I can never use the potty, how...?"

And that was when it hit her. Danica wasn't trying to potty train her at all... Courtney had no doubt her parents were paying the girl well, considering all her expertise, and having her here over the holidays... Why would Danica want that to end? Why wouldn't she want to continue to be her nanny, and continue turning her into more and more of a baby, as she'd been doing so successfully thus far?

The answer, Courtney thought, swallowing nervously, was that she wouldn't, and seemingly didn't... And, at this point, Courtney was probably already too far gone to be able to put up a fight to stop it.

"Uh-oh," Danica cooed, kneeling down in front of Courtney, "are you figuring it out?"

Courtney blushed, hating that Danica was seeing through her so easily, that she had manipulated her to this point in the first place. She was trained in looking after children... But Courtney wasn't a child! She was thirty years old! That stuff shouldn't work on her!

"You always made me feel like such a baby when you looked after me," Danica told her. "I never thought I'd have the chance to return the favor... And I can't think of anything that will drive that point home more than leaving you in your dirty diaper all night, while you know I'm in the other room, making out with your ex..."

Courtney tried not to let her dismay show, to not give Danica the satisfaction, but it was too difficult, too much for her after everything else. "That's what I thought," Danica smiled. "And just think, sweetie... That accident proves how close I am to getting you to mess yourself in your sleep... I bet by the time your parents get back, you'll be all the way there... And then you'll have no hope of sleeping in anything other than diapers... Especially not without a nanny to try to help you... It's too bad you lied to your parents about how bad your issues were, so I could have been prepared. Maybe I could have had you potty trained if I'd known coming in... As it is, I bet it'll take another month to fix it... Or two, or three, or..."

Courtney gulped as Danica gave the droopy seat of her PJs a pat, her thumb drifting up to her mouth. She'd always felt so big, so grown-up, looking after Danica, knowing she had complete control over her, that she could dress her up like a baby and make fun of her for her accidents... And now, it seemed, things had completely flipped... And Danica was far better at that than Courtney could have ever dreamed, far better than Courtney herself had been.